Date: Sat, 3 Sep 2016 14:18:49 -0400
From: Sam Sheppard <samshep2016@gmail.com>
Subject: The Diver in Me (Part 9)

Warning: This story involves sexual activities between adults and young
boys.  Not a word of it is true.  The characters and events of the story
are fictional and are not based on any real person(s) alive or dead.  No
animals or children were hurt in the making of this story.  Anyone who is
offended by this should not read beyond this point.  It is not, however,
your typical slam bam, thank you Sam, story where adult meets boys and
immediately jumps into the sack with them.  There's a little more content
to it than that.  So, if you're looking for a quick jerk off session,
sorry, but this ain't it.  The author of this story believes that such
events should not take place, but acknowledges that many adults will enjoy
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Adult – Youth (M, b, B, con)

The Diver in Me - Part 9

"Fuck!  That's my mom," David exclaimed, and with that there was a mad
scramble to get my raging, throbbing cock back into my fly and pull my
jeans back up.  I'd gotten the zipper up, but hadn't had time to button
them when Carol opened the door and walked into the living room, spotting
David and I sitting on the couch watching TV.

My heart was pounding so hard; I was sure she could hear the noise.  There
was, I thought, a second or two where a look of concern crossed her face,
but I'd hoped it had been just my fevered imagination.  David stood up and
walked over to give her a hug and together they walked into the kitchen,
giving me the chance to button my jeans.  Once I'd completed that, not so
easy, task I stood up and, checking to make sure my crotch looked normal,
shut off the TV and joined them in the kitchen.  Carol and David were
sitting at the table and, when I entered, Carol looked up at me and smiled.

"David was just telling me how much fun the boys had with you tonight.  (My
heart almost stopped again.  And did I detect a hint of suspicion?)  He
said you've arranged to take him to your office on Tuesday?  That's really
nice of you Sam."

I replied, "It's no problem.  I think he'll get a real education from it."
I turned to David and suggested that since tomorrow was a school day, he
should probably get to bed.  He looked disappointed, but stood up, came
over and wrapped his arms around my neck from behind, gave Carol a kiss and
said, "G`night."  Once he'd left, I turned to Carol and told her that I'd
also arranged for an internship for him, so he could gain some real
programming experience and guidance, but that I didn't want him to know
yet.  She shook her head and asked, "Why are you doing this, Sam?  He's not
your responsibility."

I explained that I'd seen his work and thought he had some real talent and
that I thought it would be nuts not to help someone with such an obvious
gift.  She added that it was also obvious that I liked the boys (again,
another almost heart attack) and she was grateful for the way I was helping
them out.  She went on to add that both boy's fathers had been lousy role
models and that they both paid almost no attention to their sons.  "So,"
she went on, "I really want to make sure that, if you're going to be
involved with the boys, you won't do anything to hurt them or that makes
them unhappy."

"Look, Carol," I explained, "I really do like the kids and I want to help
them...and you, if I can.  I promise that, as long as the boys want me
involved with them, I'll do my best."  "Thanks Sam," she said.

I stood up, said, "I'm gonna head home.  I'll see Owen at practice
tomorrow," and started for the door.

"Oh Sam," Carol said, "just one thing.  Please be gentle with David."

I almost tripped as I stopped dead in my tracks.  I turned around and, with
a knot in the pit of my stomach, asked Carol what she meant.

"Look," she slowly began, "I know what was going on when I walked in, or at
least I think I do.  I've seen some pictures and videos on David's computer
and I get the feeling that he's not sure about his sexuality.  I also know
that he's really developed an affection for you and I think you feel the
same.  All I ask is that you don't hurt him or ask him to do anything he's
not ready for.  OK?"

I stood there, speechless.  You could have knocked me over with a feather,
but I was able to answer, "Uhh...yeah...I do like him, a lot.  No,
I...ah...I'd never do anything...uh" Carol interrupted me, "I know Sam.
Thank you."

With that, I turned around and, in a daze, wandered to my car and, somehow,
made it home without plowing into another car or wall on the way.  I went
to bed, trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.

I woke the next morning with a feeling that something in my life had
changed, but couldn't put my finger on it.  Work passed by quickly and I
went to practice.  We worked on the usual, with some emphasis on tweaking
the kids' technique in preparation for the upcoming meet that weekend.  I
drove Owen home and, as always, he asked me for a back rub when he went to
bed.  I looked at Carol and she indicated that it was fine, so I followed
him up to his bedroom and once he was undressed, spent a few minutes
rubbing his back.  Because Carol was home, I didn't carry through any
farther than that, since I was pretty sure that, despite her acceptance of
my relationship with her oldest boy, she'd likely not be so accepting of
one with her younger one.  I did, however, allow myself to have a
passionate goodnight kiss with Owen, exploring every nook and cranny of his
warm, moist, soft mouth with my wandering tongue.  I tucked him in and sat
at the side of his bed to allow my now hard member to deflate before I went
back downstairs.

Tuesday dawned dark and rainy, but as far as I was concerned, I was going
to get to spend the afternoon with David and who knew what could happen
after work.  I spent the morning banging away at some obscure glitch in
some software we'd written and when lunch came, I dropped everything and
headed for the garage.  I jumped into the Evoque and headed for David's
school.  I pulled up in front just as lunch began and waited until David
appeared.  He sauntered nonchalantly over to the car (wouldn't want to
appear uncool, would he) along with another young guy.  When he opened the
door, he introduced this new stud as Luke.  This cutie was about 5' 5"
tall, thin, with a mop of dark hair that stuck up all over the place.
Luke, looked the Evoque over and said appreciatively, "Wow, nice car."
David climbed in and told Luke he'd call him later.  As we drove off, I
glanced at David and asked, "Is that the friend you were telling me you
wanted to try fooling around with?"  He just nodded his head.

"I can see why," I replied.  "He's cute."  David nodded again, and
responded, "Yeah, he is.  But I don't know what he'll do if I try
anything."

"So, why not just ask him.  If he's a real friend and he's not interested,
he'll say no and keep it to himself, but you never know, he may just be
interested and he may be too shy to ask you."

"I guess," David replied noncommittally.

We pulled into the lot at the office and went in.  Since David was a guest,
we had to go through security and get him ID'd.  Fingerprints, mug shot,
pass with a lanyard.  I signed him in and we went through the metal
detectors.

David looked at me in surprise.  "Man," he uttered quietly, "they're
serious about security."

I nodded and replied, "We do some pretty sensitive stuff here, not just
games and fun software."

After riding the elevator up to the 5th floor, we entered my office.  I
have a fairly spacious office, with my desk taking up one wall, a couch,
chairs and coffee table against the other and a full wall of windows, with
a nice view of the downtown core, between the two.  David looked around the
large room and whistled.  "Nice view," he stated.  I told him to throw his
backpack on the couch and I'd take him down to the dungeon.  He looked at
me strangely and asked, "The dungeon?"

I laughed and replied, "That's what we call where our main programmers
work.  It's a big room with, well, you'll see."

I took him down the elevator to the 2nd floor and we walked to a door with
a swipe card entry.  I used my pass to unlock the door and we entered "the
Dungeon".  It was a huge florescent lit room with wall to wall cubicles.
The only noise in the room, other than the air conditioning was the
clacking of keyboards as the hundred or so programmers sat there writing
code.  David wandered over to a couple of the cubicles and watched as some
of the programmers worked.  He asked a couple of questions about some of
the code and got into a few discussions with the guys.  After about 30
minutes, I told him that, if he wanted me to, I'd leave him here for a
couple of hours and when I was finished for the day, would come and get
him.  He replied that he'd really like that, so off I went.

I called it quits around 4 and went down to the dungeon to collect David.
I found him ensconced with a couple of the guys discussing some arcane
component of coding.  When I went over to get him, Matt, one of the
programmers looked up and said, "Sam, this kid's got some mad skills.  He
should be working here, except that I'd probably lose my job to him if he
was."  We all laughed and then David and I left.  I told him we had to go
back to my office on the way to the car and when we entered the elevator I
pushed the button for my floor.  We walked back into my office and I picked
up a large thick envelope on my desk.  I told David to have a seat and when
he had, I handed the envelope to him.  He looked puzzled and asked, "What's
this?"

"Matt was right," I began.  "You do have mad skills.  And you should be
working here.  But because you're only 15, you can't get permanent security
clearance.  But, I've arranged for you to get as high a clearance as we can
get you.  Which means that, if you want, you'll work here as an intern for
the rest of the school year."

"Seriously?  Fuck, that's amazing," David yelled, as he jumped up and ran
over to me.  He threw his arms around me and just about crushed me with his
hug.  I kissed his forehead and said I was happy that he was happy with the
idea.  But I reminded him I had to get home, so I could get to practice.
He broke the hug, grabbed his backpack, the envelope and we left.  On the
way home, I explained that the envelope contained some confidentiality
documents his mom would have to sign, his job description as well as his
permanent security pass that would be activated once the documents were
completed.  We discussed how he would have to bus it to work, but that I
would drive him home after.  When we arrived at his house and parked, he
undid his seat belt, leaned over and kissed me.  Hard.  I wrapped my hand
around his head and held him as I kissed him back.  Our tongues met and
rolled around and intertwined with each other.  I finally had to break the
kiss and take him into the house so I could explain the paperwork to Carol
and then get home in time to get ready for practice.  We walked in the door
and Owen was sitting on the couch.  When I said hi, he just nodded his
head.  I asked him if he was alright and he got up and stomped upstairs.

David shouted for his mom and Carol came down the stairs.  He started
trying to explain about his internship and the paperwork and the pass and
everything all at once and Carol just smiled and looked at me.  "I think
he's excited, don't you," she said.

"Buddy," I said, interrupting him, "let me explain it."  And I went on to
explain how the paperwork needed to be completed and what forms to sign so
that he could get his security pass activated.  We discussed the
arrangements to get him to the office and that I'd be driving him home
every night after work.  I also suggested that, since I would be here
anyway, I'd pick up Owen, take him to practice and then bring him home.
Carol said she'd fill out the papers tonight and David could bring them to
the office tomorrow.

I called for Owen to come downstairs, but nothing happened.  After I'd
called for him again and got the same response, Carol went upstairs to see
what was wrong.  She came downstairs a couple of minutes later and said, "I
think he's upset about something, but he won't tell me what.  Maybe you
should go and try talking to him."  I climbed the stairs and after knocking
on his door, went into Owen's room.  He was lying on the bed on his back
with his arms crossed.  He looked like he'd been crying, so I sat down on
the bed beside him.  I reached out to rub his head and he moved away.

"Hey.  Looks like you're mad about something," I said.  "What's up?"

"Nothing," he replied sullenly.

"Doesn't feel like nothing," I responded.  "Are you mad at me?"

He nodded and rolled away from me.

"Wow, you must be really upset," I said quietly.  "What'd I do that upset
you so much?"

When Owen didn't respond, I rubbed the back of his head and said, "C'mon,
you can tell me."

He rolled back and, with sadness in his voice, whispered, "I saw you
kissing David tonight.  You love him more than me and that's not fair!"

"I see.  You think I love David and that he's gonna take your place,
right," I asked him and Owen nodded.

I lay down beside him and wrapping my arms around him, whispered in his
ear, "Can't ever happen.  You're my number one boy and I love you.  You
never have to worry about me not loving you.  Yeah, I kissed David, and I
love him too, but I love him differently, not more, not less, just
different.  Is that OK?"  He rolled over toward me and answered in a quiet,
small voice, "I guess so."

I kissed the top if his head and then the tip of his pert little nose and
told him he could come with me to my place before practice.  He got up off
the bed, grabbed his backpack with his swimsuit and towel and we went
downstairs.  Carol asked if everything was alright and I told her that
everything was fine and that it was just a misunderstanding.  Owen went
over and gave her a kiss and said, "Sam's gonna take me to his house and
then we're gonna go to practice."  Carol looked at me, smiled and replied,
"That sounds like fun.  You behave yourself."  He promised her he would and
we left.

On the way home, I decided I'd take a chance.  I figured that if I did
something right now to show Owen I wanted to be with him, he might feel
even better.  Since the Evoque is so high off the ground and because of the
tinting, no one can see in the side windows, so I placed my right hand on
Owen's leg.  I began gently rubbing his thigh from his knee to just below
his crotch and then slid it to the inside of his thigh.  He spread his
legs, so I moved my hand up onto the small lump in his jeans and began
gently massaging his little penis, which responded by becoming a more solid
lump.  He leaned his head back against the seat and uttered a small,
"Mmmm."  I unzipped his fly and undid the button on his jeans and then
reached into the fly of his boxer and wrapped my fingers around his 11 year
old erection.  After stroking it a couple of times, I pulled his hard
little shaft out of his fly, revealing his beautiful 3 inches of boyhood.
I gently ran my first two fingers and thumb up and down the fleshy little
pole, stroking it from base to head.  Owen's head was back on the seat and
he had a small smile.

I stroked Owen a bit faster and he began pumping his slim hips and sighing,
"Mmmm, nice.  Ohhh yeahh, mmmyyyeeeaaahh, aahhhyyyeeaaahhh, mmmmm, mmmmm."
In no time, he was thrashing in the seat, his head shooting forward and,
moaning loudly, "OOhhhhh, oohhh, yyeaaah, yeah, unnggh, unnggh, unnggh,
uhhh, uhuhh, uhuhh, uhuhh," had his orgasm, his shaft twitching and
spasming and his hips thrusting.  I kept gently stroking until he asked me
to stop, that his cock was too sensitive.  I looked at my boy and he had a
beautiful smile and an expression of contentment and happiness.  I gently
slid his boxers over his softening penis and he zipped up and did up the
button on his jeans.  It was just a few minutes more and we arrived at my
condo and when we walked in the door to my suite, Owen turned and wrapped
his arms around me.

"Do you really love me, Sam," he asked.

I knelt down, looked him in the eye and replied, "I really do, Owen.
You're very special and I'm really glad I met you and that you like being
with me."  And with that, I kissed him and he responded.  I broke off the
kiss and told him I needed to change for practice and that he should go and
watch some TV, but he replied that he wanted to stay with me.  We walked
into my bedroom and I began stripping off my clothes to get into my swim
suit.  As I sat on the edge of my bed and slid my pants off, Owen came and
sat on the bed beside me.  I leaned over and gave him a quick kiss.  I slid
my boxers off and Owen reached over and grasped my cock, which reacted as
expected and began to harden.  Owen slid off the bed and knelt down between
my legs.  And then he started kissing and licking around my cock.  I leaned
back on the bed and closed my eyes, savouring every moment of the
experience.  He took hold of my cock and slid his lips over the head.  His
small, warm, moist mouth felt incredible as he slowly slid it farther down
my shaft.  He gagged a bit when he'd gotten about 3 inches of it in and
pulled back.  I told him not to worry about trying to go deeper, that it
felt amazing as it was.  He started bobbing his head, driving his lips down
my shaft and then dragging them back up.  I had to look.  Here was this
gorgeous 11 year old boy sucking my throbbing cock and I had to watch.  The
sight of him nodding his head and my cock sliding in and out of his mouth
was mind blowing.  It was so exciting that within a minute or two, I was
starting to feel my orgasm building.  When he reached down and started
playing with my balls, I thought I was going to lose it.

And then he stopped.  I sat up and as I watched, Owen stripped off his
clothes and stood in front of me in all his naked, adorable, 11 year old
glory.

"I love you Sam," he said.  "I want you to...uh...umm..."

"You want me to make love to you," I asked and he quickly nodded.  I could
think of nothing more that I could want at that moment, so I had Owen lie
down on his stomach.  Once he had, I spread his legs and started kissing
his gorgeous, soft, smooth, white globes.  As I kissed and licked all over
his bum, I spread his legs and cheeks so I could have access to his hole.
Once I had his cute pink pucker exposed I wasted no time in sliding my
tongue right over and across it, causing him to groan.  I spent what felt
like an hour kissing, licking and tonguing his sweet ass and his hole.  And
then it was time.  I reached for the KY I kept in my bedside table and
poured a fair amount over Owen's little hole and began rubbing it in.  I
poked a finger into him and he sucked in a breath.  I fingered his hole for
a minute or two and then added a bit more KY and slipped a second finger
into him.  This time he cried out, "Ssssssss, ah...ah...ahhhhh."  I
stopped, afraid that I was hurting him, but he asked me to keep on going,
that it didn't hurt.  I began sliding my fingers in and out of his
incredibly tight little hole and when I felt he was ready, I inserted a
third finger, stretching him even more.  I didn't want to cause him pain or
hurt him when I went to put my cock in him.

After a while I decided that Owen was probably ready, so I had him sit up
and straddle my waist.  I lubed up my raging cock and had Owen lift himself
over top of it.  I positioned my cock against his small opening and told
Owen to lower himself as slowly as he wanted, so that he could control how
much he could take.  Owen sat down until the head of my penis was pushing
against his tight hole.  He pushed down a little harder until it slipped
past the opening and the head entered him.  Owen threw his head back and
yelled, "Owwww.  Owwww, Sam, it hurts," he cried.  I started to pull my
cock out of him but he grabbed my hips and said, "No wait.  I want to make
you feel as good as you make me.  Don't move for a minute.".  He sat like
that, for what to me seemed like eternity, but was probably only a couple
of seconds and then he pushed down some more and the head popped past his
sphincter, followed by the first inch or so of my now throbbing cock.

"Ooowww...aawwww...nnnngghh," groaned my little man as he slid himself
farther down my hard spear.  I couldn't help myself as I started to lift my
hips, sliding more of my cock into his opening.  Owen kept sitting down
until his smooth cheeks were mashed down on my pubes.  A sweat had broken
out on his face and he was grimacing.

"Are you OK," I asked and he nodded, even though there were a few tears in
his eyes and his face was flushed.  His chute felt like my cock was being
gripped by a soft, moist, hot, fleshy hand and his sphincter gripped my
shaft tightly.  I couldn't stand it any longer, though, and I began pushing
my hips up, driving my cock farther into the depths of this 11 year old's
hot, tight ass and then withdrawing it, his hole wrapped tightly around my
shaft.  His hard little boy cock stuck straight out in front of him, like a
small flagpole, and I grabbed it and started masturbating him as I fucked
him.

I began moaning, almost chanting, "Oh fuck, ohh yeaahhh, ohh yeaahhh,
uunnnn, uunnnnn. ohh Owen, you're sooo tight.  Ohhhh, can't believe it."

Owen was also moaning, in his high pitched voice, "Unnhh, unnhh, uuhyeaahh,
yeahhh, yeahhhh, ummmfff, ummmfff."

He bounced up and down and I pounded into him for several minutes, both
Owen and I moaning and crying out the whole time, until my orgasm started
to build.

I started shouting, "Oh shit, Owen baby.  Oh baby, I'm gonna cum.  Ohhhh."
I couldn't hold back any longer, blasting several hard shots into this
young boy's hole, bellowing in ecstasy.

"Ohhh, yyeeaahh. Ohhhh Sam, I can feel you," Owen cried.  "I feel you
shooting in me. Ohhhhwoww, that feels sooo gooood!"

"Oh baby," I sighed, "that was incredible.  Come here."  I reached up and
wrapped my arms around his slender body and pulled him down onto my chest,
my cock still embedded in his hole.  I kissed Owen passionately and he
returned it just as passionately.  We kissed for a long while, long enough
for my now deflating shaft to slide out of his hole with a mushy plop.
Owen sighed as it slipped from him.  He rolled off me and lay on his back
on the bed and started giggling.  When I asked him what was so funny, he
replied, "You called me baby again.  I really like it when you do."  I
smiled and lay there thinking about how my life had taken such a dramatic
turn since meeting Owen.

Then I remembered that we still had practice.  I jumped up and told Owen to
go to the bathroom and sit on the toilet so anything that might leak out
did it now, rather than in front of everyone at the pool.  As he wandered
into his bathroom, I headed for the shower in mine.  I had a quick shower,
got myself all cleaned up and fresh and jumped into my swim suit, track
suit and running shoes.  I checked on Owen and he'd fallen asleep on the
toilet, probably from burning all the energy he had this evening.  Waking
him, I stood him up and with a warm washcloth, wiped away any residue of my
semen from his bum and then gave his shriveled cock and balls a quick wipe
down, to which, of course, it quickly responded.  Unfortunately, we didn't
have time for me to take care of it, so we had to rush him to his room and
get him dressed.  Once that was accomplished, we headed down to my car and
off to practice.

After practice, I drove Owen back to his mom's.  He was so tired that he
kept falling asleep on the way, so I made sure he went straight to bed.  He
was out like a light so fast, he didn't even ask for a back rub.